The surface topography of Horsingdon is underwritten by another, secret, subterranean realm: a warren of tunnels both natural and artificial constitute the hidden arteries of the region - channels through which course deep currents of folk memory, and even deeper, more ancient flows of primordial myth left in the aftermath of those monstrous Powers which stalked the land long before the coming of humanity.
Of those Powers, some element yet remains, haunting these chthonic zones in multifarious, nameless forms - but always with luminous eyes which shine like beacons in the darkness.
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